Текст песни Drag On -  We All Can Get It On   
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(whisper)Strike the match  
Flame on motherfuckers  
My gun  I aim lower  
My words is a flame thrower  
Watch me end yall with somthing   
that`ll make your skin crawl  
I`m only 8 tall  ok yall? But I lay down law  
And I lay down yall  so y`all better praise(a) the lord  
No room to breath. Knowin shh  
And the shit I spit be red and orange  
And yall going to have to call it in like bomb threats  
Cuz I`m fire but, when I wet yall your gonna be drenched  
Laid up with ten, cause when I pull it out  
I pull in shouts like BLOW!  
Damn that shit was loud! See the crowd?  
They all seek cover when they see that black rubber  
Because this cat here, got no sisters or no brothers  
It was one alone  
Covered with shellack ready to die black  
Lets talk about guns, and how y`all don`t bust none  
Thease niggas here, y`all doing lest busting lot of ducking  
Maybe a lot of fucking, cause all y`all bust is nuts  
Just give me room, nobody move, or yall gonna hear the boom  
If yall can get it on, then we can get it on  
We all can get it on... (x3)  
FLAME-ON MUTHERFUCKERS(x2)  
Ya niggaz packing gats and stones  
Fronting on your man clones  
Ya niggaz missed the ride, cause this nigga make ya moan  
Cause when I pull out its like AIDS, I make sure its full blown  
And before the grief (kiss kiss), kiss him on both cheeks  
Let him think theres peace  
And give him somthing to remember  
Corpse stiff, hands cold, and body missing till December  
Sneakers off  
Close casket, blew his cheek off  
By the way be careful who you speak of  
Cuz I by the wall in the back, guaranteed and all that  
While yall in all black  
When I leave the place, drop the reef, in his moms lap  
Motherfuckers...  
Soon as yall think your beef is sweet  
I`m gonna lay in the streets  
and let y`all niggaz throw quarters on me  
Can you spare change for your life?  
Change for what? Thats when I pop up  
With somthing long, and put somthing in his ass like a thong  
I dont know what you thought  
I`m gonna do you like I do a Newport  
And step on kid, smoking him down till his head gone  
Hook  
I`m straigh housing shit  
Yeah, ya niggas is ballers  
But I`m the nigga bouncin` it  
if Ruff Ryders is announcing it  
Ya know we get down for it, want every ounce of it  
I dont care if you sellin it, this is music  
how we sound with it?  
Dont forget, we bust rhymes for it  
skip town for it, get under the ground for it  
So nigga, dont ignore it  
Unless your ass is deaf  
this is gonna be your last breath  
Your last S. and S. check  
with your hands crossed over your chest  
I dont give a fuck  
what ever I gotta take care, I get it done  
If its money, I owe nobody  
Except a few hot ones  
And if your 18 and under, this here`s your last test  
And I`m gonna teach you in the class  
with the past tense, lil bastards  
C is for class or for casket. So get your books up  
And if your doe is low, that C better mean for Cook Up  
Dont tell me that you shook up  
You konw I keep my stacks crossed  
So that you gotta look up, and maybe we can hook up  
But you know what? Then you woke up  
Some body smoked you smoke up  
You know what that mean  
You broke, and you `bout to get broke up  
Hook (out)